runs around in circles

*runs around in circles realizing she has no clue what to get isabelgou  for her birthday party on saturday and saturday is only two days away!* Yes this is a blatant outcry for help/suggestions. read more

I just picked picked up our new little baby today! He's such a crazy little shite! He quite literally runs circles around our older ferret bouncing like a maniac every which direction! Both boys have been rough-housing all day long whilst I watch for litter box lapses. Now when we go for play dates with Kim's THREE ferrets there will be FIVE ferrets and I think that's about as much furry fun as anyone can have. I umped a great softball game tonight. Both teams were great sports and they even complimented...

Severus is loathe to leave his home, particularly when it means having to go somewhere ..public; the mere thought leaves a bad taste in his mouth. However, he needs ingredients that he can't collect on his own, so he's left with little choice other than to visit an apothecary. Avoiding Diagon Alley, he apparates to Bedfordshire instead; it's been a while since he's been to Mrs. Alloway's but anything is better than the alternative. Slipping quietly into the shop, he's relieved to see no other customers...

The key to every man is his thought. Sturdy and defying though he look, he has a helm which he obeys, which is the idea after which all his facts are classified. He can only be reformed by showing him a new idea which commands his own. The life of man is a self-evolving circle, which, from a ring imperceptibly small, rushes on all sides outwards to new and larger circles, and that without end. The extent to which this generation of circles, wheel without wheel, will go, depends on the force or truth...

Title: Circles We Trace Author: Aenaria/ io_aenaria Character/Pairing: Doctor (Nine and Ten), Rose Rating: a very safe PG Summary: In which we learn the very beginnings of a certain tradition, and how the beginning can take us far into the future. A 'Sonnets Writ in Skin' story. Disclaimer: Not mine. Author's Notes: I took a bit of a step back with this part in the story, going to when the Doctor and Rose first started their inking tradition (I wanted to write with Christopher...

John likes to coax Rodney out of bed in the pale-gold morning, before the sun has crept high enough to burn away the last of the fog, or to draw the most intrepid of the tourists out to walk along their strand. Not every morning, but enough: enough that it’s no longer a surprise for Rodney when John tugs the covers from around his legs; no longer a surprise that John seeks out his company at this early-awful hour, or that he would have some of Rodney’s favourite coffee waiting for him, steaming...